The universe finally ran out of dramatic surprises.At least for one day.Possibly two.Nobody trusted it.The apartment certainly didn't.After cosmic doors, constellation messages, lost siblings, star gifts, remembrance echoes, and emotionally manipulative flowers—an ordinary morning felt deeply suspicious.Hope spent breakfast staring out the window.Waiting."For what?" I asked."A prophecy.""Why?""Statistically we're due."Unfortunately that logic tracked.The morning continued anyway.No mysterious doors appeared.No stars delivered emotional life lessons.No forgotten relatives emerged from alternate dimensions.Just breakfast.Actual breakfast.The guardian burned toast.The creator corrected him.The guardian burned more toast out of spite.Normal.Cal watered the rooftop garden.Noah attempted helping and accidentally watered himself.The Devourer spent twenty minutes arguing with a recipe book apparently capable of judging his cooking choices.Also normal somehow.And th
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